The Hollywood I know has allowed me the opportunity after opportunity to keep doing new things and not send me out to pasture. I don't want to go to pasture. It's cold. I'm allergic to grass. And the cows are mean.

I will make myself sick on films, just because you want everything to be right. I can't sleep if something hasn't been done or is out of place.

I love thongs. The day they were invented, sunshine broke through the clouds.

I like lists, I'm controlling, I like order. I'm difficult on every level.

I'm simply the mom who makes the lunch, drives to school, finds where the toys are, washes the clothes, and I'm here to play. And that's all I should be.

Nobody can make me cry in public. I'll punch them first before they make my mascara smear.

Now, I love men, but I don't need to always be talking about them.